***curiousghost requested gemshipping with TKB as bottom, hell yeah I'll write some gemshipping with TKB bottoming.***


Ryou marched down the dark hallway. He was aware that the place surrounding him was a representation of his mind; however that did nothing to diminish the crumbling texture of stone beneath his fingertips, the smell of dust filling his nose, nor the fear causing the fine hairs on his neck to stand on end. A creature stood before him, a twisted mirror image of himself. It blocked his path.

Ryou scowled. "Go away. You're not really me- or him."

A smirk cut into the doppelganger's white face. "But I am him."

Ryou's hands balled into fists. "You're not the one who shielded me from Slifer."

The other snorted, crossing its arms over a chest that looked like Ryou's chest wearing a shirt that looked like Ryou's shirt. "No. I wanted him to win."

Ryou walked forward, shoving the creature to the side. "Get out of my way and don't stop me."

The doppelganger's red eyes widened as he hit the wall. He glared at Ryou, hating him, but Ryou ignored him. As long as Ryou had purpose, as long as he had a goal, the darker presence in the Ring couldn't harm him.

He finished walking down the dark corridor until he ended a dark chamber. Ryou rubbed his arms and shivered from the cold that seemed to pour from the stones and from the shadows. He saw the dim hope of torchlight hiding further back and followed the light. There, shackled to the wall was the one he'd been searching for.

Ryou expected him to look like the doppelganger, to look like Ryou himself, but here in his soul room the thief was the color of brown bread, stocky but shorter, and more scarred than even Ryou. Ryou knelt down to where the thief sat and traced his white thumb down the angry pink scar decorating the thief's cheek.

The thief jerked, as if woken. He glared at Ryou. "What are you doing here?"

"I was lonely. I came to visit."

"You're not supposed to be here."

A dry smile stretched across Ryou's face. "I could say the same to you when you control my body."

The thief's eyes flicked to the darkness behind Ryou. "Go away."

"No."

"How did you get past Necrophades?"

"I shoved him out of the way."

"Shoved him? You can't just shove a dark god out of the way!"

"Why not? That's what I did. I don't care if he's a god." Ryou reached up and broke the shackles binding the thief.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I don't like seeing you like this."

Once free, the thief grabbed Ryou's shoulders and drew their faces close. "I don't want you here. Go."

"I'm not leaving without you."

A cruel, bitter laugh bounced along the near-frozen stones. "What is this? Do you think you're some noble rescuing the imprisoned wretch? I'm not a captive- I chose to be here. You can't rescue me from this. It's what I want."

Ryou stared at the thief's chafed wrists. He brought one up to his lips and kissed it. "I know."

"Then go." The thief pulled his wrist away.

"No. If you won't leave with me . . . I'll stay here with you."

"I don't want you," the thief snarled.

Ryou traced the scar on the thief's cheek again, kissing it. "Then why did you save me?"

A snort echoed through the cold air. "I didn't want the Pharaoh to damage my property."

Ryou laughed, soft and musical. "Liar. You know he wouldn't have hurt me."

The thief's voice was low, almost a threat. "Don't put your faith in him. You have no idea was sort of damage the pharaohs will do in order to put themselves ahead."

"I know," Ryou whispered, ghosting his fingertips along the thief's dark collarbone. "I've seen the memories . . . the fire."

The thief slapped Ryou's hand away. "I need your pity less than I need to be rescued."

"It's not pity." Ryou leaned forward and began to kiss the thief's neck.

He growled, but instead of pushing away he tilted his head. Ryou slipped the crimson robe off of the thief's shoulders and began the massage the firm muscles beneath the cinnamon-brown skin.

"You're a-" the thief sighed as Ryou began to suck, "-stupid, little fool."

Ryou netted his fingers into the thief's silvery hair, bringing their faces close. "Well you're cruel and bitter and . . . sad." Ryou's expression crumpled. "You're so sad. You hide behind laughter, but I've felt your sadness since I first put on the Ring." Ryou smashed their mouths together. Thier kisses were sloppy and trembling. "Please," Ryou begged. "Please let me comfort you."

"You can't."

Ryou went back to the thief's throat. "Then let me suffer with you."

Ryou grabbed the thief's wrists again. He moved to the thief's chest and shoulders, kissing each tiny criss-crossed star in reach of his lips. The thief grabbed Ryou's left hand and kissed his palm, then he went to the five scars on Ryou's chest.

"They're my fault," the thief whispered.

"Yes they are," Ryou said, neither excused nor condemning the thief's actions.

The last place the thief kissed was the area around the bandage on Ryou's arm. "I'd do it over again."

"Yeah. I know."

"So are you sure this is what you want?"

Ryou nodded, easing the thief down to the floor and staring directly into his opal-colored eyes. "This is what I want."

Braziers appeared, filling the room with yellow and orange light while staving off the chill. A fur blanket appeared below them. It was soft, but not half as soft as the thief's hair. Their hands struggled to free Ryou from his clothing, although a simple tug removed the shenti away from the thief's waist.

Ryou's tongue drew along every contour of muscle. Everything was shaved and sleek against Ryou's tongue. He tried to tease the thief, licking his thighs and belly, but the long thick cock rising from between the thief's legs was too tempting to leave be, so Ryou opened his mouth wide, held the thief's shaft, and ran his tongue against the fat head of the thief's cock. The skin was smooth against his tongue, and Ryou's mouth watered in anticipation. He allowed his saliva to cover the thief's erection until it was slick enough for Ryou to wrap his lips around and slide down.

The thief squirmed, making rusty, needy sounds competing with his breaths. Ryou kept his lips snug around the thief's cock, sliding up and down until the thief throbbed on the verge of release, then Ryou pulled away.

"No, don't stop," the thief growled, hiking his hips in the air in search of the missing warmth of Ryou's mouth.

Ryou licked his friction-burned lips. He imagined a bottle of lube and saturated the thief's asshole. The thief moaned as Ryou's fingers began to stretch him.

With grit teeth, the thief said, "Bastard, you better . . . make me finish . . ."

"I will . . . but not yet." Ryou smiled. He lowered his mouth back to the thief's cock while continuing to prep him.

The thief was louder the second time, desperate, on the verge of orgasmic ecstasy. Ryou felt the thief throb in his mouth and barely pulled away in time.

"Bastard!" The thief wailed when Ryou denied him orgasim for a second time. "Dirty bastard!"

"You wouldn't be happy if I were nice." Ryou chuckled as he eased into Bakura.

As soon as he had a good angle, he slammed his hips forward, making the thief's back arch and his voice echo into the air. Ryou repeated the action, deep, sudden, intense, and the thief's chest stretched taut as his muscles contracted.

Ryou lifted one of the thief's brown legs up over Ryou's white shoulder, slamming even deeper into the thief's tight body. He felt his own cock throb at the pinnacle of each thrust, hyper-aroused by the long foreplay. "Ah!" He screamed.

He slid in again, slow this time, and held, drawing a deep-throated groan from the thief. Ryou gasped for breath, forcing his own approaching climax to ease back. When he felt in control again, he started rocking faster into the thief's body. The thief's cock bobbed as their bodies bounced together. His head was red-violet and dripping.

"Please, Ryou," he begged, pride gone, distancing mechanisms such as calling Ryou host also gone, there was only need left within the thief, not even vengeance or Zorc- not in that moment- only need.

Ryou reached out, grabbing the thief's dick and squeezing. He groaned again, face as crimson as his robe, hair a silvery-white mess around his face. His fingers gripped the furs below and he tried to press into both Ryou's hand and his thrusts at the same time, writhing from want of release. Ryou pulled down each time he thrusted in until the thief finished with an explosion of white.

Ryou's fingers uncurled from the thief's shaft and held his thigh in order to gain more speed. Jolt, after jolt, after jolt of sweet, hot pressure squeezed Ryou's cock with each thrust until he, too, was pouring out and groaning with orgasm.

Ryou rolled to the side, pulling the thief onto his sweaty chest. They both closed their eyes, ready to sleep off the afterglow when a voice laughed at them from the shadows. "Well, that was certainly entertaining to watch."

They both jerked to a seated position. Ryou half expected Zorc to step forward, but it was Marik who appeared to them in the firelight. Ryou watched Marik bathed in flames, it seemed like an ill omen, but Ryou couldn't explain why.

"Ishtar, you sick fuck. You stood there and watched the entire time?" the thief asked.

Marik smirked. "You should be thanking me. The Ring fell off of your host's body when Slifer attacked. If I hadn't brought it back, neither you nor your host would have have had this sweet little moment together." He snorted, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow. "Or should I even use the term host? I recall you screaming out his name, so I suppose it's Ryou now."

Instead of shying away, Ryou gave Marik a friendly smile. "You know, if you wanted to watch, you could have said so. We would have given you a chair."

"A chair would be nice," Marik said without missing a beat. One appeared and Marik sat down, crossing his legs.

Ryou combed sweat-stuck strands of hair away from his forehead. "Next time, you can even ask to join- I wouldn't mind sharing."

An amused grin highlighted Marik's features. "Tempting, but for now I have more pressing issues on my mind."

The thief laughed. "So you lost your duel as well?"

"I lost my body," Marik said.

"How?" the thief asked, as if he didn't really believe the tomb-keeper.

Marik sighed. "It's a long story."

The thief smirk, patting the fur between himself and Ryou. "Sit down here. Tell us all about it. Time moves slowly in one's soul room."


***Ooops, it became gravityshipping, lol***